Priceless Baby: 101 Bedside Stories Chapter 1790: Is It Her, Or Me?

Chapter 1790: Is It Her, Or Me?

The traffic on the highway was not very little at midnight. The closer they were to New York, the more they could sense the bustling of the city. It seemed like a city that never slept. One that felt like luxury and was filled with all sorts of noises. They could feel the liveliness of this bustling city from the highways that were one kilometer away.

Ye Chu looked towards the window. They pa.s.sed by a town again. Her dreams were becoming clearer gradually. She finally saw a person's face, and that face was intimate yet terrifying. The little girl in her dreams whom she once used her gentle hands to caress, whom she once used her gentle smile to welcome, had hit her into the sea of fire cruelly with a club.

When she closed her eyes, it was an unfamiliar, tearful face in front of her. She reached out her hand to call out to her, but that girl turned back heartlessly and ignored her. The round-faced girl in her dreams was a pitiful child. In her dreams, she was always alone and lonely. Everyone in the little castle was like robots. They did not speak, and everything they did seemed to follow a set of procedures.

When she was hungry, they would feed her. When she was cold, they would give her more clothes. When she was thirsty, they would let her drink something. No one cared if she was happy or lonely. No one played with her either. Everyone was scared of her and avoided her.

They treated her like a monster that they had to avoid. At the same time, they received their wages from her. They had no choice but to take care of her carefully. The smiles on everyone's faces did not reflect how they really felt, and it was as if the smiles were plastered onto them. Gradually, she became sensitive and rebellious. She turned from a timid, helpless lady into an irritable and rough girl.

She would throw tantrums easily, break plates, and hit people. Her temper was weird yet cunning. She would cause so much trouble that the little castle could not be peaceful. She even relished in their fearful yet helpless looks. Even if they were beaten, they would still have to abide by the rules, call her 'Miss', and feed her. She caused a lot of trouble, and when a servant left, another would come to take his place. Finally, her mother came.

The violent little girl with a weird temper immediately changed her personality, becoming an obedient child. Her mother accompanied her in the castle for a few days and hired a mother-daughter pair. The girl had a similar age to hers. Mom said, 'Emma, she's your Nanny from when you were still young. She left Paris to marry and have children. However, her marriage was unfortunate and her husband betrayed her. She had nowhere to go. Are you willing to let her continue taking care of you?'

The round-faced girl looked curiously at this pretty Nanny with a good figure. She seemed to be around the same age as her mommy. She had a strong fragrance on her body, and the girl sneezed. Mommy let the nanny go and rest first. She cleverly took a shower and changed into plain clothing. The intense scent was gone, alongside her strong makeup. She looked benevolent and kind.

Mommy said that with the nanny taking care of her, she would have a playmate too.

The little girl was too lonely. The playmate's appearance was like a flash of light. She had been lumbering forward in darkness and loneliness. She had been exhausted since a long time ago and could not wait to grab onto this streak of light. She nodded her head eagerly. From then one, she had a playmate and a sister.

Her younger sister was very timid and shy. She was even more sensitive than her. Although she was younger than Daisy by a few months, she still became her older sister. Mommy also no longer kept her in the little castle and allowed her to play outside. Bringing her younger sister along, she soon familiarized herself with the neighborhood. She became the child-king in the park, and there was no child in the neighborhood who could beat her. She had her own way with everything.

In the dreams, she smiled very happily and danced on the gra.s.s patches.